This weekend we have Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II to thank for an extra day to our weekend. Though her actual Birthday is on 21 April, it has long been customary to celebrate the Sovereign’s birthday on a day during the summer (unfortunately winter in New Zealand). Since 1805, the Sovereign’s ‘official’ birthday has been…
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On the WILD side!
The wind and rain hasn’t let up in days, but we’re now laughing in the face of it and finding comfort in all the good stuff of winter (even though it isn’t officially winter till 1 June!). So… the cooker is a baking like crazy (whilst Dan braved 140 km/per hr winds to play soccer…
Getting in the flow
Okay, I’ve accepted it, finally! Always takes me a while to get into the swing of the change of seasons. The toy box of board games has an open-lid once more. The books are steadily streaming off the shelves for the girls and I faster than I can put them back. The indoor retreats of…
Seasonal Tides like the Cycle of Life
Wild weather is sweeping the country at the moment and Sophie and I took a moment to stop for lunch on the south coast. From the comfort of the car we watched the ‘ba dooms!’ as the waves crashed on the rocks. Needless to say, all ferry crossings were cancelled! We’re rugging up and keeping…
Mary Poppins!
Poor Charli had a Mary Poppins moment this morning – with a very bumpy landing! Lets just say windy Wellington + a child + umbrella = DISASTER! She got lifted up in a gust of wind and flew the length of a car before landing with a big bump. Her teachers were fantastic in comforting…
Changing seasons, unsettled minds
It really has been hard to get back into the swing of things since our amazing holiday in Nelson. So many times we’ve looked at the properties there and considered a move. We’ve been in Wellington for twelve year’s now and it is totally amazing, but something about returning from holiday and the change in…
Ta muchly my cheeky cherubs!
We had a cracking weekend, with Mothers Day on Sunday meaning a good excuse (never really need one) for munching chocolate, delighting in some ‘manky’ mags (as Dan has taught the girls to call the gossip magazines), flowers and a new pair of winter boots (well, I was delighted that my old pair had holes…
Air New Zealand – New commercial – New Uniforms!
Check out the new Air New Zealand ad… My neighbour’s son, who works for Air New Zealand, was on the short-list to be smothered in paint for the ad, but sadly didn’t make it… ah well, saved him having to go through a painful chest wax! [UPDATE 17 May: Oh, my poor neighbour’s son, he…
Wheels – catching some wind
Helmets – they save lives, they save a few painful knocks to the head… but you just don’t get that feeling of the wind in your hair! However, my girls are growing up in the age of the helmet – and as a parent – I’m glad of that. Though I do have very many…
Homework… read into it what you may!
Some ‘expressive’ poetry comes to my mind reading this piece of homework – Phonics – words ending in ‘ff’… Charli learned to Google search… ‘words ending in ff’ – go on – write down as many as you can think of then hit the search button…
Lost in the Maze
Pacing around the maze, All of a daze, No shade from the haze, But we are not fazed. We have supplies, We’re smarter than flies, But, why or why, As hard as we try, Is the middle so elusive? To be able to fly, Oh me, oh my, That would be cheating, But we are…
The House Shook – and it was no earthquake
I woke like a thunder bolt, darting a glance at the clock, which read 5.46am. The house was shaking. A deafening rumbling sound filled my ears. The roof was being heavily pelted with hail. Tin roofs are not conducive to a good night’s sleep when the heavens empty buckets of stones on us little folk…
Nature Drumming
Whilst on Tahunanui Beach on holiday, Sophie found some driftwood sticks and a log which she drummed away on for a while. Joining her, I marveled at how wonderful nature is and how it provides for us in so many ways. Man by nature is a rhythmic being. He walks, breathes, and sings, rhythmically; his…
Wisdom of Autumn
My friend, Rachel, sent me this beautiful piece of Buddhist inspired writing: Wildflower Saints There are so many (leaves). Piles of them. I take pleasure in their abundance. More saints than you could ever dream of. Each one singular. Each one itself. Yellow, red, orange, parchment. They sail down in the autumn air like fearless…